Then it was time to hit the blue course. Josh and I walked up on most targets so he would have a better chance at hitting them. We then met up with some guys who were also from WI and they gave both Josh and I some great tips which improved Josh's shooting on the spot. It was in the 90's so we sought out some shade and had a drink but Josh could not be stopped. He asked if he could go to the practice range and shoot some more. I told him I would stay back at camp and cool off and would meet him at the range. He shot for over an hour out in the heat.
After a while, It was coming together for him.
During the morning rounds on two of the 3D courses, Josh had lost 3 arrows and while we talked about that on the practice range, A fellow mentioned that all arrows found on the ranges are returned to the cub house. All we needed to do was go check the barrels.
It seems Josh was not the only one to loose an arrow.
with his quiver refilled, we sat in the shade and watched others shooting clay pigeons at 15 yards. We saw some very good shooters. The record is 37 in a row. We were asked if we wanted to try but we knew better.
At 5 pm there was a blanket trade at the main pavilion. If you had something you wished to sell or trade, You only needed to claim a small spot and put it on display. I had a few items that I was pedaling and one of them was the saw blade material that I used for making fillet knives and my homemade broadheads.
I had a fillet knife and the four broadheads that I had made for this years hunt on display as examples of how the blades could be used. Many many folks wanted the know about the homemade broadheads and asked if they were for sale, I thanked them and said these were for display purposes only. One woman was very persistent and said that her husband was one of the members of the boradhead collectors club and that she wanted the head to give as a gift for Fathers day. I sold her one of the four heads.
A short while later, 3 gentlemen from the broadhead collectors club came to me and said that because I had sold one of my heads that it was now in demand and they would not stand for the other club member have a one of a kind head in his collection that they did not possess. After much talking, I ended up selling the remaining three heads to those gentlemen. They asked me what the head was called so it could be entered in the records of the club.
Josh and I looked at each other and were at a loss. One man asked my last name and how much the head weighed and in the end, the head would be entered into the records as the "Kulas 165" Josh was tickled pink and now I have no broadeads for this years hunt (until I make more)
During the entire day of shooting and sight seeing, There were cooks, preparing the evenings meal of roasted hog and chicken. The smells were fantastic.
When the blanket trading was done, we enjoyed one hell of a great meal.
Topic: The birth of a bowhunter (Read 748 times)
